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Author exclaiming her point

Addendum: to the white men;

Dear White People Poster Season 1

A TV show all about trying to survive as a Black student at a predominantly white university? The narrative is pretty familiar to me, and unfortunately, some of the storylines are not that exaggerated. Dear White People gives us the perspective of being a Black college student. Why?

During NaFFAA Board of Governors Convening Weekend in the Bay Area

My last piece about the National Federation of Filipino American Associations was written on a plane. So naturally,this NaFFAA piece is being written during another flight.

Candle Light Ceremony in Victoria Park, Hong Kong

When I was younger, the modern history of China, or the People’s Republic of China, including the 1989 democracy movement and Tiananmen Square massacre, was briefly taught in schools in Hong Kong.

Symbolism of Roots and Identity

I Am … What I Am … and can become, who I aspire to Be

I am from an abandoned industrial city, where the smog clogs the lungs of those who cannot yet speak. Yet, the city is alive and well, or at least that’s how it appears to be …

Alarm Clock Ringing

My people are famous.

You see them every day on the news- whether they are being evacuated, bombed, chemically attacked, or drowned.

If you have not guessed yet, I am Syrian.

Maria Clara outfits (You can see the potential looks to be served)

May. Not only is it the time for Asian Pacific American Heritage Month (APAHM), but the first Monday of this month signifies, essentially, the fashion Super Bowl formally known as the Met Gala.

"Defend DACA Infographic"

Donald Trump, as always, broadcasts his political affairs and opinions on Twitter’s platform.

Picture of my mother in Cần Thơ, Việt Nam, 5 Years Old

There exists this word, or sentiment, in Vietnamese: "đau khổ.” Individually, the words translate to “pain” and “suffering”, yet together, they form something along the sense of an intense anguish that transcends any attempt at a linguistic description.

Graduation

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” my kindergarten teacher asked me as I walked across a small stage as I “graduated” to the first grade. “A doctor!” I happily exclaimed with confidence as I grabbed the diploma and skipped across the stage.